K.L. Wilson
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The Chalice From Above
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He was a master of nine but a King nonetheless. Only having sovereignty over the building in which he watched the people below from. He was the last king left.
By K.L. Wilsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Pomona
Doro was what they called him. He was only Doro, nothing more nothing less. This boy who's life was in the hands of chaos, found himself reflecting on the evil the world had brought upon his life and had begun to think that evil was a natural condition of the human experience. But, unknowing to Doro's young mind, evil was perspective. Evil was a natural law of the world and in it's darkness, allows their to be good. The world consisted of sequences of equivalent exchange and good and evil were the most popular commodities.
By K.L. Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
The Trials of Juanis
January 12th, 1966 New Orleans, Louisiana Juanis Laton was a child, 13 years old, barely graduating 7th grade. The boy lived with his mother in a small house next to the bayou. They didn’t have much and the most expensive item in his home was a medium sized colored TV. Summer had just migrated in and the air was damp and smelled of algae and must. Everyone who lived in the bayou during the summertime had shining skin due to the humidity. Their skin glistened as their faces were covered in restlessness and contempt for themselves. But, Juanis was different, his face gleamed with hope and his head filled with aspirations of grandiose feats and desires.
By K.L. Wilson3 years ago in Humans